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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger grinned and sighed in relief. Getting a tattoo to cover Marcus' mark would be an important step on his road to forgiving himself and moving on with his life. He figured that although his preferred method of getting Marcus to move on and forgive himself would have involved them both naked and on top of one another, a tattoo was a pretty good alternative too.

While it wasn't much, making Marcus blush did bring a certain amount of pleasure to Roger - even if it wasn't so much Roger's stomach, as any open display of flesh that made Marcus blush - the way that he religiously avoided looking at Roger in the changing room and showers proved that. Idly, he wondered what it would be like if he could elicit a blush or a shiver for his own sake, rather than simply because what he was doing embarrassed Marcus. "You realise don't you Marc that if you cook for me you'll never be rid of me. The way to my heart is through my stomach, and our friendship would be cemented for life," he said, poking his tongue out, before taking on an earnest expression. "Though really, you're stuck with me anyway. I look forward to trying your cooking though!"

Roger sat, internally berating himself for being a coward and not suggesting that he kiss Marcus if they lost another game, when the game ended in a draw. "That's... Unexpected," he agreed, taking out his watch and grimacing. "As much as I'd like nothing more than sitting and talking with you all night," he started sincerely, "It's probably best if we head home and get some sleep before the big game." Standing, he reached over and pulled Marcus into a one armed hug, breathing in his scent for a moment. "I'll see you tomorrow before practice yeah?" With a wink, he disapparated.